J-S looked up at him, pausing to stare for an embarrassing moment before fumbling for a lighter. Deciding to be a gentleman, whether or not the guy realized it, he struck a flame and held it up for the other man.
"It's no trouble," he said, his accent thick but not hard to understand. "Do you want me to move over?"
Just in case, he scooted over a few inches.
"You work in there or are you a customer?" J-S had to ask, though he knew the man couldn't answer his real questions.